I bury my face into her tummy, roam my hands over her ass—savoring the feel of this woman, this vibrant, sexual being, a woman living the lusty life... a woman with an almost perpetually primed pussy. I reach up and pull her down slightly so I suck on each tit, the left one, the right one, the left one and so on. She moves her shoulders around to massage my face with her huge honeys. She coos at me, urges me on, “Oh yes, take what you need baby. I’m giving it all to you.” I continue to take. "Something about our family pushes her buttons..." All of them," Barb gasped. "At the same time... Jesus." And she moaned again. We all turned to watch her as she masturbated under the covers. "Oh, God!" she called as she climaxed.We were quiet."Sorry," Barb said. "Don't let me interrupt..."Lisa laughed, followed by Mary and Amanda. I blushed and tried to figure out what I was going to do about my new erection... It turned out that somehow Barb's tee-shirt, bra and panties had been strewn on. "In self-deprecating style and with an acid tongue, Fred sarcasticallyanswered, "Yes mother, I promise no cat fights tonight. I will be agood girl."Upon entering the club the agents were hit with a crescendo of thetimeless classic rendition of Helen Reddy's tune, 'I Am Woman Hear MeRoar'. As trained observers, both did a quick situational assessment.It was a typical sports bar, every wall covered in plasma televisions.The only clue to the idiosyncrasy of the club was the pictorial displayof. She bent down and kissed me, letting me taste myself. I breathed deeply. She smelled like peaches and oranges, and like sex. Intoxicated, I pulled her close, losing myself in her luscious mouth while Greg cradled my head, massaging my temples, my scalp. I only came up for air once, long enough to catch his eye, nodding, my smile inviting."I want you too, please?"We both watched, Trisha and I, while he removed his shirt, then his jeans. He was slender, his pale skin bathed in blue, then green,.